SHOOTER JENNINGS

I wake up with my childrenRight around the crack of noonAnd I do good like a good daddy shouldTill the devil rolls out that moon

Once that whiskey hits my lipsIt opens up Pandora’s box And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightinGetting crazy as a white tailed fox.

My eyes start burnin wild and red Two horns cut thru the top of my headMy teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heartMy hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,My legs start walkin me anywhere but home

And I’m a double talking, chicken-lickinMeaner than the dickens sick and wicked Hole digging pickin son of a gun, And I’ll love you like the devil, bite you Like a snake and then forsake and break Everything I don’t take before I’m done

Most people who know me, say I’m as nice as a guy could be.That’s all fine cuz most of the time They never get to see the real me.

“He ain’t got a bad bone in his body”Is how they talk about me back home,But here my dark side is unable to hideAnd you don’t want to see my bad bone.

I ‘m mean when I’m lonesome, I’m angry when I’m high,But I’ll chase that nightmare until I die.